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  My Little House Of Cardboard In our cities and towns there is a silent and growing army of souls called the homeless. Curled up over heating vents, seeking shelter in empty packing boxes, and armed only with need and desperation, the homeless cannot defend themselves. This song is dedicated to the memory of the late Charlie Bernard. Lyrics I'm just down the alley, it's not very far Against the brick wall by the restaurant door If you come with me now I'll show you around My own little house of cardboard The roof is no good, the plastic is old The wind blows right through the cracks and the holes It's not much to look at but it's all that I own My one piece of earthly existence Bridge: The Queen has a castle in Scotland And the Pope has a palace in Rome Somebody told me a long time ago This is where I belong It's been a mild winter and I thank god for that The cold is a curse when it gets into your back And if you let yourself go on a blistering night You might not wake up again Repeat Bridge We are the shadows you meet on the street Not wanted tattooed on the soles of our feet With nowhere to go and nothing to eat We're lost in the brightness of day Repeat First Verse End Players Unrecorded Copyright Wild Garden Music (SOCAN) |